Ehhh? What could this mean?

If you can paste your hand-grasping-noose logo on to the beginning of video clips you recorded off of local news broadcasts, if you can urge people to print and place the awful thing in all possible public areas, if you can host your own fairly popular white supremacy website, you can host your own food stamps picture. Or get an imageshack account like every other webhobo out there. Great gimpity.

It may not hurt their cause one way or another to have a posterior wiping cartoon frog on their main page instead of a food stamp picture, I just didn’t want whoever that was to get exactly what he or she, –ehhh– he wanted. This would be true even if he wasn’t a disgusting white supremacist, but he is (There’s a bit of anti-semitism mixed in, but it’s not the main focus). I also didn’t want to substitute anything that would potentially get American History X coming after me, at least to the extent that someone can “come after” me on the imaginary internet, because I’m really no good at dealing with that. I almost cried when somebody typed “faggot” at me once. And it was by a lady person older than me who draws pictures of elves wearing leotards, so obviously my personal defenses are not all that great.

What that website does is selectively (I must assume) display news reports about dark-skinned people in the area who have committed really nasty crimes/said something kind of dumb. In the cases where no suspect has been named, egg: “white woman’s torso found shoved in manhole” the site assumes a black person did it.

I can’t excuse what a few really poor crazed black and guessed-to-be-black people do today any more than I can excuse what a lot of really rich socially acceptable white people did 100 years ago and also before and after that. The fact is that what’s happening in Detroit is merely an excuse for people who were already racists to pretend they have a point. Much like I use new garbage computer generated movies to complain about the ones I already hated. They don’t hate Detroit because of blacks, they hate Detroit because they hate blacks. An oversimplified explanation for a complicated problem? It is less so than is lynch advocacy.

I was making fun of the depiction of food stamp recipients, not the recipients themselves. It’s alright to show impoverished masses as dancing smiling foops if you’re adapting a Charles Dickens story for stage, but if you’re a government agency I think you should take a more realistic approach. And if you’re an angry white kook in Detroit I’d appreciate if you didn’t bite my bandwidth, regardless of whether I was likely to eat it myself. That’s rude.

It’s possible to view what I wrote four years ago as implicit unjustified racism, but it isn’t that. There is some resentment for the specific class of poor people who are no good bums and/or brutally violent, but this is independent of their brown quotient and doesn’t extend to people who might happen to superficially resemble them who are neither bums nor violent. And that bit of resentment certainly is not of a militantly hostile nature. There is a considerable amount of crime and general evilness between races, because of races, but it goes in every direction. Anybody who believes that one “side” should, can or will prevail is not thinking properly. Even the concept of distinct “races” in itself is flawed, but bwah on that for now.

I think if the food stamp picture were in any way accurate, websites like the one about Detroit would not exist. Or they would but I’d just laugh at them. I confess I have a weakness for sites written in complete sentences, but I want no association with that one beside what I’m saying right now. I may even rebut this later.

Thank you, Youtube. Or should I say Abusetube. Ha ha ha, I should. Ehhh. I thought it was bad enough that every second banner-type advertisement yells YOU LOSE, TRY AGAIN at me, but now the things that get paid for by the ads are mocking me and pointing out my inadequacies. Well, that’s it. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you, I’m tired of people like you. I’ll never be good enough for you, and continually trying but achieving nothing isn’t satisfying, not a bit. I’m going away. Far away. Far far away. True, I’m only going about three states over to Maine (the south of the north), for a week, and for reasons totally unrelated to me being sick of the internet and having to register and quantify my relationships, but you don’t know that. Whore.

Trust me, I can’t. Even if I could, as I have been challenged I must prove it wrong.